"Ahh

"That's right, no jade lead will be torn apart by spatial power, and I didn't say that you can't teleport!" Jiang Qingyuan's footsteps slowed slightly, turned his head and glanced at his apprentice, and said.

"Master, I didn't teleport the jade lead!" "Little Fox simply stopped, if she didn't solve this big problem, how could she still have the heart to hunt ghosts and demons?

"Who said you didn't teleport the jade lead?" Jiang Qingyuan also stopped and asked.

“...... No one ever gave it to me. The fox bit his red lip and complained.

“...... Don't you have an identity token?"

"Ahh

"Then you're still worried about a Raushzi, why don't you hurry up and keep up!" Jiang Qingyuan glanced at her, urged, turned around and continued to walk forward.

The little fox was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, and the heart she was carrying finally fell into her stomach. She casually left a few marks nearby before sticking out her tongue and walking towards her master.

"This place is close to the depths of the Netherworld, and the ghost is cunning and unusual, and good at hiding. After a while, when the fight starts, you are afraid that when you can't see it, you have to be more careful!" Jiang Qingyuan instructed with a solemn face, but his thoughts had already stretched to the depths of the canyon.

"Ghosts and demons are copper-skinned and iron-clad, and it is difficult for ordinary weapons to damage them. Your Colorful Streamer Blade will have no problem dealing with these ghosts. But once you encounter those ghosts and demons that have already given birth to consciousness, you must pay more attention! Those ghosts are already capable of casting all kinds of spells, especially good at sneak attacks!" Jiang Qingyuan was not worried about his apprentice, and told again.

"In addition, the ghosts and demons have some materials on them, which can refine some special magic weapons, and the Zongmen Mission Pavilion has a special collection office;

The little fox's eyes were shining, and her chin should be "yes", and she remembered her master's words firmly. That's the purpose of my trip...... Soul Orbs!

The master and apprentice walked for another hour, and finally found that there was a large area of gloomy fog rising from the mountain nest in front of them. The sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls was breathtaking, and the little fox's face changed suddenly, those ghosts in the Hell Mountain did not have the ability to move people's souls.

"Be careful! This group of ghosts and demons is not low-level, I'm afraid that there are ghost generals in charge!" Jiang Qingyuan's expression moved, and he said.

The fox's eyes were solemn, his right hand held the black whip, the armor of his left hand skyrocketed, and the colorful streamer blade was ready to attack.

The two of them restrained their breath and quietly sneaked towards the mountain nest.

"Wow!" a ghost eagle suddenly appeared in the air, and this sudden scream was heard dozens of miles away.

Jiang Qingyuan said, "Not good!" and didn't care about hiding his tracks, opened his mouth to highlight the red firebird, and went straight to the ghost nest.

Countless ghosts, harnessing the yin wind, swarming out. Those who had no wisdom were burned to ashes by the firebird, and some powerful demons, seeing that the firebird was powerful, hurriedly dodged everywhere, and spit out a large amount of yin wind in an attempt to extinguish the bane that threatened their lair.

The little fox was born with a calf that was not afraid of tigers, so he picked up the black jiao, pulled out a few whip flowers, and went straight to those scattered ghosts and demons to greet him.

At the same time, the colorful streamer blade is also beginning to show its might. Waves of transparent light blades, silently, swept straight towards the gathering of ghosts and demons.

Suddenly, a hundred ghosts howled at night, miserable, with severed limbs and broken bones, flying all over the sky.

"Where did you come from, bastard! How dare you come to Ben Shuai to be presumptuous!" A roar of rage shook all directions! All the ghosts and demons knelt on the ground and bowed.

Jiang Qingyuan's vitality handprint skyrocketed, and he swept back the little fox who was charging forward with one palm. At the same time, he stepped forward and protected the baby apprentice tightly behind him.

The fox's heart warmed, although the master is a human race, but always remember her safety, if one day, the master knows her identity, I don't know if it will protect her like today.

The black pressed ghosts are surrounded by tiger-headed ghosts and demons in black armor. The ghost had two horns on its head, dark bloody eyes, two large hands with a fan and dense black hair, a pair of bare feet like horses' hooves, and several barbs.

The tiger-faced demon came in the fog. Looking at the two of them left and right a few times, his gaze passed by the fox area and fell on Jiang Qingyuan.

"You old man, you're not young, I'm afraid you're tired of being crooked, don't you know that this is the territory of the Thousand Eyes Shuaizun!" beside the tiger-faced ghost, a sharp-mouthed and thin-eared ghost creature scolded.

"Shuai Zun, hehe, it's just some filthy ghosts, and they dare to claim to be respectful!" Jiang Qingyuan stroked the void in the palm of his hand, and a three-foot golden sword appeared in his hand out of thin air. He held a sword in one hand and hunched behind him in the other. That momentum is not much better than that of the people who are surrounded by ghosts.

"Uh...... Tear those two guys to shreds for Ben Shuai!Don't damage your viscera, I'm going to drink with the hearts of the two of them!" The thousand-eyed ghost demon was fierce, his bloody eyes were half-narrowed, and he viciously squeezed out the order from between his teeth.

"Kill ......" The ghosts suddenly rose up when they heard the order, and they were angry. Each holding a weapon, riding the yin wind, went straight to the master and apprentice to kill.

Jiang Qingyuan raised his eyebrows coldly, and the cold mangs of the golden sword in his palm soared, like a newborn sunrise, he picked up a large piece of golden mangs and swept straight towards the ghosts and demons.

The little fox held the whip in his hand and wanted to rush forward, but was stopped by Jiang Qingyuan's vitality: "These ghosts are extraordinary!

"Huh?" the fox frowned, at this moment, she was in high spirits, she wanted to go up and fight these ghosts, but she didn't want to disobey her master's orders.

Jiang Qingyuan's golden sword was quite powerful, and after a few sword rays, the ghosts and demons who charged in front of him were sharply reduced by three percent.

"The old puppet is going to be rampant! Ben Shuai will meet you!" The thousand-eyed ghost demon roared angrily, scraping the bones and the yin wind rolled in; he carried a sledgehammer, his figure flickered, and went straight to Jiang Qingyuan to smash it.

If this is smashed by him, with Jiang Qingyuan's cultivation, I am afraid that he will be seriously injured.

Jiang Qingyuan snorted coldly, opened his mouth and spit out the red flame firebird, burning the almost substantial yin wind completely. At the same time, the golden sword in his palm skillfully passed through the sledgehammer and stabbed straight at the bloody eyes of the demon.

"Hahaha, it's you who are waiting for you!"

"Ghost Eyes Lock Soul Silk!" The thousand-eyed ghost demon wantonly fought, and the bloody eyes appeared in a wide range of gloom, and dozens of red mist lines, like light and electricity, shot straight towards the three-foot golden sword.

Jiang Qingyuan, who didn't have time to close his momentum, his pupils shrank, and he secretly said something was wrong in his heart. He slammed his left palm forward, fanning the oncoming sledgehammer into the air, and the golden sword in his right hand spun violently, slashing towards the mist line.

Snort...... Like the sound of water droplets splashing into a hot pot, it reached everyone's ears. Jiang Qingyuan had the golden sword in his hand, and he lost his sharpness in the past, and he was actually entangled by the mist silk thread. What's even worse is that the golden sword, under the entanglement of the silk thread, actually corroded one after another, terrifying scorched black marks.

"What is this?" Jiang Qingyuan was shocked, he clearly felt that the golden sword's spirituality was slowly disappearing, and a yin and evil aura tried to follow his palm and impact his mind.

"Old immortal, I see how arrogant you are!" The thousand-eyed demon smiled fiercely, and his bloody eyes, bright red, began to expand again. Dozens of red mist lines, as if they were alive, frantically drilled into Jiang Qingyuan's body.